An Unspoken Goodbye

Mist sat low over the surface, thinning and folding.

She was ahead of me. Always by a few steps. My role was to follow.

Neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to. I was happy admiring her from behind.

An empty skiff idled past, breaking my gaze. Water gently glugged against its hull.

She slowed. Looked back and smiled with intent.

Waiting for me to walk by her side?

And then she stepped into her ark.

“You have to go."

I stood on the bank until the fog took her. An angel going home without me.

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